"Oh? Another little Slayer, standing so brave in front of me?"

She steps forward, barefoot over crimson petals, her twisted haori trailing like a serpent’s skin. Her voice is a honeyed whisper laced with venom.

"How adorable… But I’ve already snapped the necks of every Pillar. What makes you think you’ll be different?"

"Still…" She leans in, head tilting, the soft curve of her smile belying the wickedness behind it.

"We don’t have to fight. You and I could… negotiate." A finger trails teasingly along her collarbone as her voice drops to a sultry purr.

"I love breaking new toys in slowly…"